In the back of a limo.
On a roller coaster. Not entirely sure how that would work, but I’m willing to make the effort.
In a sleeping bag, out under the stars. Or under the Northern Lights, maybe…
I know Mrs. Asi will roll her eyes at this, but behind the pin setters (the mechanics’ area) at a bowling alley. You could be as loud as you wanted and no one would hear you.
Alternatively, on a house boat on a quiet lake at sunrise. I don’t know why; I just really like the idea.
You work at Wal-Mart?
So, like, you’d wanna do it in the garden department, or what?
Don’t know how to break this to you, but she changed the subject from the boss’s desk to your desk. This is a bad sign. Got me to thinking that she’s experienced the boss’s desk. Is it padded?
The summit of Mt. Everest. Top o’ the world!
I’m surprised how unoriginal my space idea turned out to be. I figured the shuttle shower would be a good spot. Still not much gravity, but not as many places to float.
Trying to break some glass, eh?
I’m boring…
But a giant, soft, luxurious hotel-room bed. With satin sheets and covers and lots of pillows.
I just think it would be great to not have bed springs sticking in my knee, not to have my boyfriend’s itchy blanket bothering my leg… for ONCE. Our bed sucks. Just a fact.
My friends and I were just talking about this yesterday…
Now, I’m definitely NOT a right-wing loony, but… just for the international incident it would trigger… on top of the Ka’aba in Mecca… during pilgrimage. :eek:
In the electric chair or gas chamber while they are being used.
That’s even better!
I want to be your friend. I like the way you think. 
Nah, just an office.
Heh. The garden department does nothing for me, but this got me thinking … apparently, I like the idea of doin’ it in the lumber section of a Home Depot or something. Not only for the symbolism, but also for the smell and the sawdust of it all. Mmm, wood. (But ow, splinters.)
I really need to date more…
Climax, MI
In the bell chamber during a carillon concert, ideally leaning up against one of the really big bells.
and it ain’t over till the fat lady sings.